that it was the will of the queen.

And the farther the tidings rolled the more the report enlarged,
like an avalanche of calumnies.

In the evening, Marat thundered in his club: "Woe, woe to the
Austrian! She borrowed money of the Cardinal de Rohan to buy jewels
for herself, jewels while the people hungered. Now, when the
cardinal wants his money, the queen denies having received the
money, and lets the head of the Church be dragged to the Bastile.

"Woe, woe to the Austrian!"

"Woe, woe to the Austrian!" muttered brother Simon, who sat near the
platform on which Marat was. "We shall not forget it that she buys
her jewels for millions of francs, while we have not a sou to buy
bread with. Woe to the Austrian!"

And all the men of the club raised their fists and muttered with
him, "Woe to the Austrian!"




CHAPTER V.

ENEMIES AND FRIENDS.


All Paris was in an uproar and in motion in all the streets; the